I take a deep breath and shout, "Everybody, get down!"

No one hesitates and within a second, everyone is flat on the ground. Jackson has his cat underneath him, picking something up off the floor. Pasta. He's eating pasta off of the dirty tiled floor. I grimace in disbelief.

My attention is drawn back to the bomb. It makes a long and loud "BEEEEEP!" Everyone covers their ears, ready for what's about to happen.

Despite my best efforts to cover my ears, the explosion pierces them as if it's right next to me. Flames burst out from behind me. They scorch my hair and fill my vision. The tall glass windows explode into bits, quickly diverting my focus to the hundreds of tiny glass shards biting through my suit.

Finally everything stops. I slowly lift my head and see everyone doing the same. My ears still ring from all of the commotion. I see a few people get up to check on Admiral George and I do the same. It's difficult to get up as whenever I move, a piece of glass digs itself further into me. But that's not important right now.

Taking off my sparkling blazer with hundreds of glass shards embedded into it, I walk up the stairs and over to Admiral George. I'm not as frantic as everyone else - I feel like we could use a good replacement for this guy. That sounds rude but seriously, this guy is way too old to be doing this.

I can't see George through all of these people. The crowd makes me realise how many people are actually attending this conference. I know most people of us don't actually care, but everyone here is in the crowd around Admiral George.

Except for Private Jackson.

There Jackson is, on his knees sobbing and leaning over something red and white.

It's his cat, Fluffy.

I immediately push my way out of the crowd and towards Jackson. When I get to him, he doesn't even look up at me. His cat, however, lets out a weak meow.

"She's only two years old an' she's gonna die by bleeding to death. She don't deserve this, Bentley. She a good cat." Jackson sniffles and wipes a tear from his eye.

I didn't even know the cat's name until today, but I feel tears welling up in my eyes as well. It's a cat for goodness sake, how could you not feel bad? Besides, I think you should feel bad for anything that dies by being stabbed to death by shards of dusty glass.

I feel a hand against my back. It's Tyrone. His eyes are red and tears are flowing from his eyes. He drops to his knees next to Jackson.

"Fluffy, no! Don't leave us! We love you!" I would usually find Tyrone saying something like this really funny, but the next thing I know, I'm on my knees with them, crying into my hands like a baby. I don't care how stupid this looks. Don't tell me how long I've known this cat because it means the world to me now.

And with that, Fluffy takes her last breath.

She's gone.