from a prompt from a few days back...
October 6, 1968, full moon, eclipse
The shadow spread across the moon, like rust growing fast enough to see it eating into the side of an old white truck, already pocked and pitted with scrapes. Gashes and bullet holes blooming dark under the shadow's touch. He knew what it was, seen it before, changing the color of the air he breathed when it came in the day, but now, changing the light that played across the face of the man sleeping in his arms, coming as it was in the night. He tried to tell himself it was no more than the color of firelight, what he wanted to see, what had brought in this year and the last more peace than he'd thought ever possible for him - the flickering gold light of the campfire across Jack's face, as he held him, close enough to be in the warmth, barely out of reach of the sparking embers. But this light was thick and red, spreading across Jack's face like blood from wounds Ennis couldn't find to staunch. That spread across his scarred hands as he pulled Jack tighter to him. That he couldn't hide either of them from, even here, away from everything. He stayed awake and waited for it to pass, telling himself it would, willing himself to just feel Jack breathe, to just feel Jack's heart beating, steady and strong, against his arms.