The photograph is still being reproduced.

It is still on the covers of books and in the collections of museums and in the reference files of news organizations around the world.

It will be reproduced for as long as World War II is remembered, which is to say for as long as human civilization has a memory.

Somewhere inside that image, on the far left, with one hand on the pole, is a twenty-two-year-old man who grew up in the Arizona desert and went to war and came back with more than he could carry and died at thirty-two.

His name was Ira Hamilton Hayes.

He deserves to be more than his photograph.

He always did.