One of the few souvenirs my father brought back from the Falklands (losing your ship depletes your collection) was a photocopy of a glossy little leaflet the RAF had kindly sent to some of the ships, with nice piccies of the aircraft types and text on what each was up to in the war.
It had been re-titled by some navy wag as 'Laff alonga Raff' and widely viewed as a hilarious work of fiction akin to a child's short story, which indicated at least how inter-service rivalries were a thin veil for some real discontent about how the operation hung together.