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The IPC J-STD-001H standard brings the latest criteria to the industry including guidance on the use of appendix D in x-ray inspection through-hole solder conditions that are not visible by any other means like internal solder void in solder fillet around entire lead wire and PTH, Absence of solder inside of solder fillet in a plated through-hole. Watch this video to know more about J-STD-001H X-Ray Inspection “Appendix D ''.

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It was my stomach that failed me first. In the backseat from the airport the sick of raw carcasses, of rubbish sweating in the humidity. And then my legs buckling under me as I scaled a lighthouse, watched a smoked sun set. My untouched feet. All the steps I took away from you. I walked through jungle, on dirt that has seen blood, earth so thirsty it soaked the blood up.  Let handfuls of sand fall like a cloak over the scales of skinned fish. I danced in the rain at a stranger's wedding. Flead a stray dog. Grazed my knees on ruins,  in a place where so much was destroyed, and somehow came out on top. I fell asleep on buses, dreamt through scenery. Our guide explained the cows, explained worship as necessity, as survival, how thousands of years ago in the mountains they were declared untouchable, their cud and  their milk and their life worth saving because they in turn meant saviour.  He says, This means nothing now. I stroke their hide. Later I fuck him quietly in his room, my skin like spilt milk in the dull light. Think, Touch me like I will always be sacred. The next day I kneel down barefoot kneel down with my head throbbing in a holy place. On my way home the taxi driver promises to mail my postcards but bins them, or resells my stamps, and everything I want to say is lost or just never finds its way. I come back and I am a year older, the customs man stamps my passport and says happy birthday, and my skin is darker and you call me and you have missed me and you touch me like I am sacred but I am so far from sacred. I take your hands off of me. I put them away. I cut my hair. I should have told you then. It wasn't that I forgot my body away from you,  but that it became something neither of us would recognise.