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Ellesmere Guardian, Volume 66, Issue 42, 1 June 1945, Page 4

The young paratrooper leaped from his plane, yelling "Geronimo" like all good paratroopers, but he didn't go down. He went up. He watched his buddies swing in diminishing pendulums toward the ground, gazed anxiously as his airplane faded into the distance as he personally floated higher and higher. "With no more control over his movements than a wisp of thistledown," relates the official service magazine Air Force, "the paratrooper was tossed about on the point of a thermal wave. He spent half an hour watching his outfit fighting a fierce mock battle on the ground. In time, the thermal wave released the young man and he came down to join his battalion as a fresh reservist." Food is just as hot whether it is boiling fast or slowly, and fast-boil-ing uses more fuel.