In the early morning, an airfield in Antarctica was filled with smoke and ice particles from fighter jets taking off. A man dressed in black on the snow stood next to his C-5 Galaxy jet for panoramic photography. The sun was setting behind him, casting long shadows over everything around. He looked at me through foggy glasses, surrounded by thick white clouds. I felt like being alone under the heavy snow, but he had taken my hand tightly, showing no fear or tense expression.