6th (Poona) Division - Order of Battle December 1914

Order of Battle December 1914

  • 16th Indian Infantry Brigade
    • 2nd Bn. Dorsetshire Regiment
    • 1st Bn. 20th Duke of Cambridge's Own Infantry (Brownlow's Punjabis)
    • 1st Bn. 104th Wellesley's Rifles
    • 1st Bn. 117th Mahrattas
  • 17th Indian Infantry Brigade
    • 1st Bn. Ox & Bucks
    • 1st Bn. 119th Infantry (The Mooltan Regiment)
    • 1st Bn. 103rd Mahratta Light Infantry
    • 1st Bn. 22nd Punjabis
  • 18th Indian Infantry Brigade
    • 2nd Bn. Norfolk Regiment
    • 1st Bn. 110th Mahratta Light Infantry
    • 1st Bn. 120th Rajputana Infantry
    • 1st Bn. 7th (Duke of Connaught's Own) Rajputs
  • Divisional Artillery
    • X Brigade RFA
      • 76 Bty. RFA
      • 82 Bty. RFA
      • 63 Bty. RFA
    • 1st Indian Mountain Artillery Brigade
      • 23rd (Peshawar) Mountain Battery (Frontier Force)
      • 30th Mountain Battery
    • 1/5th Hampshire Howitzer Battery
  • Divisional troops
    • 33rd Queen Victoria's Own Light Cavalry
    • 17 Co. 3rd Sappers and Miners
    • 22 Co. 3rd Sappers and Miners
    • 48th Pioneers

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