Young and Full of Fluff

I just finished rereading Fahrenheit 451, which was perhaps my favorite book in middle school. I see it very differently now, and there is a lot I disagree with in the argument Bradbury is making through his story. But it is still powerful and affecting--it says something that fifteen years after the first time I read it, I still remember some scenes vividly.

Iin the introduction to the graphic novel adaptation, Bradbury asks his readers to name the book that they would memorize to save from the firemen and why. Without thinking about it too much, I know exactly what I would memorize: The poems of Wilfred Owen. These capture succinctly the futility and tragedy of war, what Owen called "the pity of war." They still ring true and are that type of poetry that make you think, if only more people heard this, perhaps they would not be so eager for war. (Also, they're short, and I don't have great faith in my powers of memorization.)

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against his powers.
We laughed, knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars; when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death -- for Life; not men -- for flags.
--excerpt from "The Next War"

What would you save?