Army Sgt. Blumberg was assigned to 1st Battalion, 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Blumberg was on patrol on the western edge of Fallujah. His humvee was turning around in a gap in the four-lane highway's guardrails, when two improvised explosive devices struck his vehicle. Trevor was small for an offensive lineman on his high school football team, standing about 5-foot-7 and weighing about 165 pounds. Still, he worked harder than anyone else on the team. He always gave 100 percent in everything he did, whether it was playing football, hitting the books or serving his country. Gary Brokas was celebrating his daughter's fourth birthday at Chuck E. Cheese's, when the signature giant mouse pulled him to the side. "Hey Mr. Brokas, it's me, Trevor," the mouse whispered in his ear. Brokas, who helped teach Trevor's marketing class at Plymouth Salem High School, said he had no idea the popular senior football player moonlighted as a masked mouse. "He was a good football player, but he also had that caring side, that sensitive side," Brokas said. "That was just incredible." He was well liked in his military company and in the platoon; he always smiled, always carried on. Staff Sgt. Kyle Foster, who was commanding the vehicle Trevor was in said this, "I hate to put it this way, but there are soldiers that you can kill and it wouldn't affect the company. This time they picked the best one to kill to break morale."
Army Sgt. Blumberg was assigned to 1st Battalion, 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division, Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Blumberg was on patrol on the western edge of Fallujah. His humvee was turning around in a gap in the four-lane highway's guardrails, when two improvised explosive devices struck his vehicle. Trevor was small for an offensive lineman on his high school football team, standing about 5-foot-7 and weighing about 165 pounds. Still, he worked harder than anyone else on the team. He always gave 100 percent in everything he did, whether it was playing football, hitting the books or serving his country. Gary Brokas was celebrating his daughter's fourth birthday at Chuck E. Cheese's, when the signature giant mouse pulled him to the side. "Hey Mr. Brokas, it's me, Trevor," the mouse whispered in his ear. Brokas, who helped teach Trevor's marketing class at Plymouth Salem High School, said he had no idea the popular senior football player moonlighted as a masked mouse. "He was a good football player, but he also had that caring side, that sensitive side," Brokas said. "That was just incredible." He was well liked in his military company and in the platoon; he always smiled, always carried on. Staff Sgt. Kyle Foster, who was commanding the vehicle Trevor was in said this, "I hate to put it this way, but there are soldiers that you can kill and it wouldn't affect the company. This time they picked the best one to kill to break morale."
