Usual Order of Precedence
The usual order of precedence is:
- Household Cavalry
- Royal Horse Artillery (But, on parade with guns, to take the right and march in front/ahead of the Household Cavalry)
- Royal Armoured Corps
- Royal Regiment of Artillery
- Corps of Royal Engineers
- Royal Corps of Signals
- Infantry
- Foot Guards
- Line Infantry
- The Rifles
- Special Air Service
- Army Air Corps
- Special Reconnaissance Regiment
- Royal Army Chaplains Department
- Royal Logistic Corps
- Royal Army Medical Corps
- Corps of Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers
- Adjutant General's Corps
- Royal Army Veterinary Corps
- Small Arms School Corps
- Royal Army Dental Corps
- Intelligence Corps
- Royal Army Physical Training Corps
- General Service Corps
- Queen Alexandra's Royal Army Nursing Corps
- Corps of Army Music
- Royal Monmouthshire Royal Engineers (Militia) (Territorial Army)
- Honourable Artillery Company (Territorial Army} (Although TA Regiments, they are included in the order of arms Regular Army))
- Remainder of the Territorial Army
- Royal Gibraltar Regiment
- The Bermuda Regiment
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