Military Instructors Manual

Military Instructors Manual

J. P. Cole

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Military Instructors Manual by J. P. Cole

Military Instructors Manual Chapter 1 No.1

ToC

Schedules.

Schedule Of Instruction, Reserve Officers' Training Camp

Plattsburg, N.Y., August 27 to September 1, 1917

Organization.

Issue of Equipment.

Organization of

Barracks Drill

I.D.R. Drill

Physical

M.P.T. Practice

March Musketry

Training

S.A.F.M. Study Conferences

Monday, Aug. 27 7.00-12.00 a.m.

1.30-4.30 p.m. 7.00-9.00 p.m.

par. 1-21

par. 48-73- 101-132

I.D.R.

Tuesday, Aug. 28 Without arms

7.00-8.00 a.m.

pars 48-73

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8.30-10.30 a.m.

pars. 101-132 8.00-8.30 a.m.

pgs. 1-30 1.30-3.30 p.m.

par. 1-21

S.A.F.M.

7.00-9.00 p.m.

par. 74-100

I.D.R. 2.30-4.30 p.m.

Care of arms and

equipment

Wednesday, Aug. 29 With arms

7.00-8.00 a.m.

pars 48-100

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8.30-10.30 a.m.

par. 101-132 8.00-8.30 a.m.

pgs. 1-33 Without arms

10.45-11.45 a.m. 1.30-2.30 p.m.

par. 1-21 2.30-3.30 p.m.

par. 1-31

S.A.F.M.

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7.00-9.00 p.m.

par. 159-198

I.D.R. 3.30-4.30 p.m.

Assembling and

adjusting pack

Thursday, Aug. 30 7.00-8.00 a.m.

par. 48-100

8.30-9.30 a.m.

pars. 101-132

9.30-10.30 a.m.

pars. 159-198 8.00-8.30 a.m.

pgs. 1-36 10.45-11.45 a.m.

With arms 1.30-2.30 p.m.

par. 1-31 7.00-9.00 p.m.

par. 159-198

I.D.R. 2.30-4.30 p.m.

Assembling and

adjusting pack

Friday, Aug. 31 7.00-8.00 a.m.

par. 48-100

8.30-9.30 a.m.

pars. 101-132

9.30-10.30 a.m.

pars. 159-198 8.00-8.30 a.m.

pgs. 1-39 With arms and

light pack

10.45-11.45 a.m. 1.30-3.30 p.m.

par. 1-31 7.00-9.00 p.m.

par. 199-257-

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