48th Reserve Division (German Empire) - Order of Battle On March 31, 1918

Order of Battle On March 31, 1918

The 48th Reserve Division was triangularized in April 1917. Over the course of the war, other changes took place, including the formation of artillery and signals commands and a pioneer battalion. The order of battle on March 31, 1918 was as follows:

  • 96. Reserve-Infanterie-Brigade
    • Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 221
    • Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 222
    • Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 223
  • 5. Eskadron/Garde-Dragoner-Regiment Königin Viktoria von Groß Britannien u. Irland Nr. 1
  • Artillerie-Kommandeur 48
    • Reserve-Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr. 48
    • I. Bataillon/Fußartillerie-Regiment Nr. 23
  • Pionier-Bataillon Nr. 348
  • Divisions-Nachrichten-Kommandeur 448

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