"Woah!" exclaimed Sergeant First Class John Doe, as the ground gave way under him. He had been seperated from his troops during an ambush, somewhere in the mountains of the Oruzgan province of Afghanistan.

They hadn't expected much resistance in such a scarcely populated area and John certainly didn't expect a mortar round exploding less than 20 feet away from him, nor the ground to open up and swallow him as a result. Nope, he didn't expect that. Neither did he expect to wake up after the darkness engulfed him, but he did.

He achingly stood up in the darkened cave, the only light coming from the hole through which he fell, over thirty feet up. The ringing in his ears from the explosion still too loud to even think of calling for help, he decided to have a look around. After dusting himself off, he pulled out a flare, closed his eyes so he wouldn't blind himself, and lit it.

John slowly re-opened his eyes only to blink them again in stupefaction taking in his surroundings. "What the hell?" he thought, looking around incredulously. He was surrounded on all sides by mounds of what he could only think of as treasure. Lining the sided of the cave were 5 foot high piles of gold bullions, rubies, emeralds, diamonds, sapphires and garnets of all shapes and sizes, amidst golden cups, amphorae, bowls, plates and pretty much everything else you would imagine being in such a setting.

Climbing down from the pile of gold coins which had broken his fall, John found himself on a rich deep red carpet that extended from a wall of the cave to what he could only call an altar. His curiosity taking the best of him, he made his way to the altar. On it was resting an old, encrusted and dusty copper oil lamp.

"No fucking way!" thought John, smiling from ear to ear, as he gleefully grabbed the lamp and started rubbing it on his sleeve.