Some articles on propelled field artillery, propelled, field artillery, artillery:
... lost the 67th Bersaglieri Battalion Fagarè and the 11th Self-propelled Field Artillery Regiment Teramo to the Garibaldi Bersaglieri Brigade ... The 11th Self-propelled Artillery Regiment was replaced by the 2nd Self-propelled Artillery Regiment Potenza in Barletta On 17 October 1992 the 133rd Tank Regiment from the ... On 10 October 1995 the 131st Self-propelled Field Artillery Regiment Centauro from the Centauro Armored Brigade transferred to Barletta were it replaced the 2nd Self-propelled ...
... Fagarè, in Cosenza 91st Infantry (Training) Battalion Lucania, in Potenza 11th Self-propelled Field Artillery Group Teramo, in Persano Garibaldi Logistic Battalion, in Caserta ... becomes the 18th Bersaglieri Regiment 10 September 1992 the 11th Self-propelled Field Artillery Group Teramo changes its name to 11th Self-propelled Field Artillery ...
... of the 1st Grenadier Regiment, 17th Infantry Regiment and the 13 Field Artillery Regiment ... the LXVII Bersaglieri Battalion and the XXXI Tank Battalion 13th Artillery Regiment with three artillery and one air-defence group XIV Reconnaissance Squadron Cavalleggeri di ... Scapuzzi in Civitavecchia 13th Self-propelled Field Artillery Group Magliana in Civitavecchia Granatieri di Sardegna Logistic Battalion in Civitavecchia Granatieri di Sardegna 32nd ...
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Across a dazzling field of snow,
And there is nothing in me that resists.
Once it would not be so....”
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