RAF Insignia, Command Flag and Star Plate
The rank insignia consists of two narrow light blue bands (each on a slightly wider black band) over a light blue band on a broad black band. This is worn on the lower sleeves of the dress uniform or on the shoulders of the flying suit or working uniform.
The command flag for an air marshal is defined by the single broad red band running in the centre of the flag.
The vehicle star plate for an air marshal depicts three white stars (air marshal is equivalent to a three-star rank) on an air force blue background.
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An RAF air marshal's sleeve/shoulder insignia
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An RAF air marshal's mess sleeve insignia
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An RAF air marshal's shoulder board
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An RAF air marshal's sleeve on No. 1 Service Dress Uniform
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An RAF air marshal's command flag
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An RAF air marshal's star plate
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