2d Battalion 20th Field Artillery Regiment (United States)
The 20th Field Artillery Regiment is an Field Artillery regiment of the United States Army constituted 1 July 1916 in the Regular Army. It served in France during the First World War with the 5th Division, at St. Mihiel and Lorraine before deactivation on 5 September 1921 at Camp Bragg, North Carolina.
The regiment's distinctive unit insignia was originally approved for the 20th Field Artillery on March 28, 1933. It was redesignated as 20th Field Artillery Battalion on August 12,1948; redesignated as 20th Artillery on June 13, 1958; and redesignated for the 20th Field Artillery on September 1, 1971.
Currently, the regiment has only a single battalion on active service; the 2nd Battalion.
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