1st Royal Tank Regiment

The 1st Royal Tank Regiment (1 RTR) is an armoured regiment of the British Army. It is part of the Royal Tank Regiment, itself part of the Royal Armoured Corps. It was originally formed as 1st (Light) Battalion, Royal Tank Corps in 1934.

In 1993, it amalgamated with the 4th Royal Tank Regiment without change of title. It incorporated both the original regiment's traditional recruiting areas of Merseyside and Scotland. The new regiment also adopted the strong Scottish connections of the 4th RTR, taking on the former regiment's pipes and drums, which wear the Hunting Rose tartan. The Regiment Colours symbolise the phrase "From the Mud(brown), Through the blood(red) to the green fields beyond." In 1999, two squadrons were split off as part of the Joint Chemical, Biological, Radiation and Nuclear Regiment amalgamating with No. 27 Squadron, RAF Regiment, and two squadrons of the Royal Yeomanry. The Regimental March is Lippe Detmold.

In December 2011 the Regiment handed over its responsibility for CBRN to the RAF Regiment. 1 RTR is now back with the land Army, part of 3 Div, currently training for a deployment to Afghanistan. The Regiment consists of 5 squadrons: A,D,G,H and HQ. The location of the Regiment remains uncertain, a move from RAF Honington will happen in the future, but to where is unknown at present due to the impending outcome of Gen Carters' review and structuring for FF2020.

Read more about 1st Royal Tank Regiment:  Associated Cadet Forces

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