I Was a Ranger in the U. S. Army.

"My name is Wu Jing, and my grandfather was a 'Ranger' - even though he never set foot in the United States. Seventy years ago, in the jungles of Myanmar, a cross-border comradeship made of blood and fire earned him the black beret, which symbolizes the highest recognition. Seventy years later, I stood in front of the purgatory of Ranger School at Fort Benning, Georgia. What others see is the aura of my bloodline, but I know that this will only attract double scrutiny and difficulty. From physical fitness to language, from culture to tactics, I must work two hundred times harder to fulfill the promise I made half a century ago. When the gunfire of the final exercise rings in the night, I will tell everyone with actions: the legend will be continued by me; the pioneer will start with myself. "