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