The Prince Edward Island Regiment (RCAC) Museum
| Prince Edward Island Regiment (RCAC) Museum | |
|---|---|
| Location | Queen Charlotte Armouries, P.O. Box 1480, Charlottetown, PE C1A 7N1 Canada |
| Type | Regimental Museum |
The Prince Edward Island Regiment (RCAC) Museum collects, preserves, displays and studies the military history of the founding units of The Prince Edward Island Regiment, from the Islands formation (founding). The main concentration is on the period 1870 until the present. The RCAC museum is located at the Queen Charlotte Armouries in Charlottetown, PEI.
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