Dave Randolph

This is my Soldering Iron. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My soldering iron is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My soldering, without me, is useless. Without my iron, I am useless. I must solder my joints true. I must solder straighter than my enemy who is trying to short me. I must flux him before he fluxes me. I WILL…
My soldering iron and myself know that what counts in this circuit is not points we contact, the resistors we crimp, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the pools that count. WE WILL solder…
My soldering iron is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sponge and its tip.  I will ever guard it against the ravages of interns and live power as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against fumes.
I will keep my iron clean and ready. We will become part of each other. WE WILL…
Before Weller, I swear this creed. My iron and myself are the defenders of my motherboard.
We are the masters of our enemy. WE ARE THE SAVIORS OF MY LED’s.
So be it, until victory is terminated and there is no resistance, but peak!