Australian Air Force Cadets

The Australian Air Force Cadets (AAFC), known as the Air Training Corps (AIRTC) until 2001, is a Federal Government funded youth organisation. The parent force of the AAFC is the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF). Along with the Australian Army Cadets (AAC) and the Australian Navy Cadets (ANC) it is part of the Australian Defence Force Cadets.

Read more about Australian Air Force Cadets:  Aims, AAFC Activities, Requirements To Join, Ranks of The AAFC, Wing Cadet Reference Group, Command and Structure, Drill and Ceremonial, Memorials

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Elanora State High School - Australian Air Force Cadets
... Tuesday between the times of 1745 and 2100 the 213 Squadron of the Australian Air Force Cadets parade on the school grounds ...
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Australian Air Force Cadets - Memorials
... Australia's only memorial to Australian Air Force Cadets occupies a prominent position on the grounds of St John's Ashfield, and a memorial service attended by the Cadets has been held annually ...

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