Army private in Iraq

When you materialize, you see a soldier in dun-brown battle dress with a helmet and rifle. He's holding a brass genie lamp just like in 'Aladdin'.

"Where am I, Master?" you say. You didn't mean to say 'Master' at the end, but you did anyway, like you were compelled to say it.

"This is the basement of a terrorist hell-hole in Iraq. We just cleared out the towel-heads. I found your lamp and thought it looked cool, so I polished it up with my sleeve. Then you appeared. I think I'm dreaming or maybe dead and gone to heaven." He looks you up and down, lingering on your well-presented breasts.

You say, "I know how you feel." The strange compulsion comes over you again. "You have three wishes, Master!"

"Wishes?! Really?! I vote for heaven. Hmmm, I wish I was so rich, I didn't need to be in the fucking Army."

Without thinking, you cross your arms in front of your chest and quickly nod your head and blink. "Your wish is granted, Master!"