Order of Battle On January 1, 1918
The 52nd Reserve Division was triangularized in August 1916, dissolving the 103rd Reserve Infantry Brigade headquarters and sending the 237th Reserve Infantry Regiment to the 199th Infantry Division. Over the course of the war, other changes took place, including the formation of artillery and signals commands and the enlargement of combat engineer support to a full pioneer battalion. The order of battle on January 1, 1918 was as follows:
- 104.Reserve-Infanterie-Brigade
- Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 238
- Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 239
- Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 240
- Reserve-Kavallerie-Abteilung Nr. 52
- Artillerie-Kommandeur 69
- Reserve-Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr. 52
- Fußartillerie-Bataillon Nr. 51 (from August 8, 1918)
- Stab Pionier-Bataillon Nr. 352
- 8./2. Brandenburgisches Pionier-Bataillon Nr. 28
- Reserve-Pionier-Kompanie Nr. 52
- Minenwerfer-Kompanie Nr. 252
- Divisions-Nachrichten-Kommandeur 452
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