This is my server.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My server is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My server without me is useless. Without my server, I am useless.
I must manage my server true.
I must firewall faster than my enemy who is trying to exploit me.
I must exploit him before he exploits me. I will...
My server and myself know that what counts in war is not the servers we host,
the noise of our fans, nor the bandwidth we use.
We know it is the hits that count. We will get hits...
My server is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sites,
and its network information.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of hackers and script kiddies.
I will keep my server clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed.
My server and myself are the defenders of my daemons.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but successful ping replies.
Adapted from My Rifle
(The Creed of a United States Marine)
by Maj Gen WH Rupertus