Order of Precedence
RCHA on parade with guns:
| Preceded by Naval Operations Branch |
The Royal Canadian Horse Artillery (See note below) |
Succeeded by Army elements of Royal Military College of Canada |
RCHA on dismounted parades:
| Preceded by Army elements of Royal Military College of Canada |
The Royal Canadian Horse Artillery (See note below) |
Succeeded by Royal Canadian Armoured Corps |
RCA units:
| Preceded by Royal Canadian Armoured Corps |
The Royal Canadian Artillery | Succeeded by Canadian Military Engineers |
Note: The honour of "The Right of the Line" (precedence over other units), on an army parade, is held by the units of the Royal Canadian Horse Artillery when on parade with their guns. On dismounted parades, RCHA units take precedence over all other land force units except formed bodies of Officer Cadets of the Royal Military College of Canada representing their college. RCA units parade to the left of units of the Royal Canadian Armoured Corps. The Royal Canadian Artillery does not carry colours. Its guns are its colours and are saluted on parade.
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