We reached Tangste late in the afternoon. Sammy was indeed their chief guest. They let her sniff around the house while we snacked on some sandwiches. She stayed back with them when Azal and I went to freshen up at the guesthouse. Later in the evening, an informal dinner was organized at their place to welcome us. We met other officers who were fighting the harshest of weather in that forlorn place. Yet they were all so jovial, cracking jokes and making merry in the company of fellow soldiers who had become more like family than co-workers. Conversations flowed as drinks and chicken kebabs did the rounds.