It’s a scene too many of us know all too well. We watch a shaggy-haired, bearded man eating cornflakes in his apartment. Suddenly, the familiar whine of a missile alert sounds on his phone, followed by a siren. Muttering an expletive, the man grabs his bowl and spoon and dashes into the street, heading toward the nearest shelter, pouring milk into his bowl as he eats and runs.