Naval Commandos (France) - Composition

Composition

Their personnel is distributed between 6 commandos, named after former naval fusilier officers killed in action, and a special counter-terrorist unit :

  • Commando Hubert (also named Commando d'Action Sous-Marine Hubert, CASM, "underwater operations commando"): Submarine action (combat divers).
  • Commando Jaubert: Assault at sea, exfiltration, close quarters battle at sea.
  • Commando Trepel: Assault at sea, exfiltration.
  • Commando de Penfentenyo: Reconnaissance, Intelligence Operations (recon swimmers)
  • Commando de Montfort: Long range neutralisation (missile launchers, light mortars, heavy sniper rifles), fire support designation
  • Commando Kieffer: C3I, military dogs

  • The French Navy commando Hubert in an amphibious operation

  • The French Navy commando Jaubert storm the Alcyon in a mock assault.

  • Members of the commando Jaubert covering each other

  • Weapons of the modern commando Jaubert are clearly visible

  • U.S. soldiers, and French marine commandos conduct a reconnaissance patrol during a recent joint-combined exercise in Djibouti.

  • Sniper in position (Commando Jaubert)

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