Military of Namibia - Army

Army

The Namibian Army consists of:

  • 6 motorised infantry battalions;
  • 1 Presidential Guard battalion; (21st Guard Battalion(?))
  • 1 anti-tank regiment
  • 1 combat support battalion;
  • 1 reconnaissance company;
  • 1 engineering company;
  • 1 artillery group (likely to be "4 Arty" at Otjiwarongo)
  • 1 air defence regiment
  • 1 logistics support brigade.

As of 2008, Jane's reported that the force included:

  • Grootfontein: Army Headquarters and Army HQ Command Company; Combat Support Battalion;
  • Rundu: 1 Battalion Headquarters - Allegedly involved in disappearances, 2000.
  • Mpacha: 2 Battalion Headquarters
  • Oshakati: 3 Battalion Headquarters - Danger Ashipala was in command of this battalion as a lieutenant colonel until he retired in 1995.
  • Oamites: 4 Battalion Headquarters

In 2007 the IISS Military Balance said that the MOD planned to build new military bases around the country, including at Luiperdsvallei outside Windhoek, Osana near Okahandja, and Karibib.

The current commander of the army is Major General John Mutwa

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