77th Reserve Division (German Empire) - Order of Battle On February 10, 1918

Order of Battle On February 10, 1918

The most significant wartime structural change in the divisions of this wave was the reduction from two field artillery regiments to one. 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 February 10, 1918 was as follows:

  • 77.Reserve-Infanterie-Brigade
    • Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 257
    • Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 332
    • Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 419
    • Reserve-Radfahrer-Abteilung Nr. 77
  • 1.Eskadron/Husaren-Regiment Kaiser Franz Josef von Österreich, König von Ungarn (Schleswig-Holsteinisches) Nr. 16
  • Artillerie-Kommandeur 77
    • Reserve-Feldartillerie-Regiment Nr. 59
    • III.Bataillon/1. Westpreußisches Fußartillerie-Regiment Nr. 11 (from April 23, 1918)
  • Pionier-Bataillon Nr. 403
    • 1.Kompanie/Pionier-Bataillon Fürst Radziwill (Ostpreußisches) Nr. 1
    • 1.Landwehr-Pionier-Kompanie/VII. Armeekorps
    • Minenwerfer-Kompanie Nr. 277
  • Divisions-Nachrichten-Kommandeur 477

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