“And after the battle—” General Ongin began, and stopped. He looked at Fetterer.
Fetterer frowned deeply. He didn’t know what was supposed to happen after the Battle. That part of it was, presumably, in the hands of the religious agencies.
“I suppose there’ll be a presentation or something,” he said vaguely.
“You mean we will meet—Him?” General Dell asked.
“Don’t really know,” Fetterer said. “But I should think so. After all—I mean, you know what I mean?”
“But what should we wear?” General MacFee asked, in a sudden panic. “I mean, what does one wear?”
“What do the angels wear?” Fetterer asked Ongin.
“I don’t know,” Ongin said.
“Robes, do you think?” General Dell offered.
“No,” Fetterer said sternly. “We will wear dress uniform, without decorations.”