The King's Division is a British Army command, training and administrative apparatus designated for infantry regiments in the North of England. The King's Division was formed in 1968 with the union of the Lancastrian Brigade, Yorkshire Brigade and North Irish Brigade. As of 2007, the King's Division comprises seven infantry battalions:
- Regular Army Units
- 1st & 2nd Battalions, The Duke of Lancaster's Regiment (King's Lancashire and Border)
- 1st, 2nd & 3rd Battalions, The Yorkshire Regiment (14th/15th, 19th and 33rd/76th Foot)
- Territorial Army Units
- 4th Battalion, The Duke of Lancaster's Regiment (King's Lancashire and Border)
- 4th Battalion, The Yorkshire Regiment (14th/15th, 19th and 33rd/76th Foot)
In addition, the King's Division also maintains a single regular army band titled the Band of the King's Division. The Band was formed through the amalgamation of two former divisional bands, the Normandy Band and the Waterloo Band. In 2008, a new Territorial Army Band was formed entitled, The Band of The Yorkshire Regiment a part of the 4th Battalion The Yorkshire Regiment.
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