Jack Silkstone

I won't lie, I'm just like every other guy on the planet. I love action movies, first person shooters, fast cars, technology, guns, cool kit and of course beautiful women. I grew up with Dirk Pitt, Jack Ryan, Jason Bourne, Doom, Wolfenstein, Commando Comics, James Bond, Rambo, The Predator and more. As a young man I have embraced Counter Strike, Half-life, The Bourne Series, Top Gear, Call of Duty the list goes on and on. Coupled with my military experience this seething mass of adrenalin-fueled testosterone has evolved into PRIMAL. The PRIMAL concept was born in Kandahar, Afghanistan where I had the pleasure of working with some of the world's finest Special Forces. UK SBS, US Green Berets, SEALs, Delta as well as Canadian JTF2 and Australian SAS and Commandos. Immersed in a world of targeting Taliban Commanders and other High Value Targets I constantly found myself imagining what these guys could achieve without the caveats of Government control. If they could wage unconstrained warfare against the world's worst. So as I interacted with these amazing warriors I started to build a concept, a concept that would evolve into PRIMAL.

Jun 092014

The latest 2022 FIFA World Cup bribery scandal surprised no one. The fact that Qatar was voted to host the World Cup despite being a desert hellhole, raised more than a few questions about corruption. However, the rampant media coverage seems to have forgotten the real issue, the exploitation of migrant construction workers.

'Global safety standards, allegedly.'

‘Global safety standards’, allegedly.

The poor bastards are dying at a rate of one a day, with the estimated death toll prior to the World Cup to be in the thousands. Living in squalor, denied their passports, unable to access to basic medical facilities, and forced to work through extreme temperatures, Qatar is treating third world workers as disposable slave labor. Fortunately international pressure forced the Qatari government to commission an independent investigation into how they can implement labor reform, or maybe just treat workers like human beings. Additionally human rights organizations, including Amnesty International, are attempting to hold them to account. Except, who would have thought, there has been no significant change. Nope, they just keep killing more of their disposable minions. Is FIFA going to do anything about it? Not likely considering they are still backing their choice of Qatar and aren’t even owning up to the bribery scandal.

Qatar – perfect venue for the 2022 FIFA World Cup, just need to build everything from scratch and ignore the fact that no one will want to visit Qatar because it is in fact a desert sh@thole.

It’s almost like we need an independent organization to hold all these corrupt immoral douche bags to account. A covert team of pipe swinging, ninja fuckmasters immune to bribery and politics. Hard men and women willing to use any means necessary to fight for the oppressed. Before you get all excited you need to understand that these people don’t exist, at least not in the real world.  However, the exploitation of workers in the Middle East did provide the inspiration for the story of PRIMAL Origin, and yes in the story the douche bags get what they deserve. You can check out PRIMAL Origin here.

In the meantime if you want to do something positive send a big fuck you to FIFA by boycotting their bullshit events. Don’t even get me started on the sex-trafficking in Brazil for the tournament next month or how much of a Sochi-esque shitfight the 2018 event in Russia will be.



May 252014


Team, I just wanted to let you all know that my latest novella, PRIMAL Mirza, is free for a limited time.

Unlike the previous PRIMAL books this one isn’t actually about our vigilante organisation. But, it does tell the backstory of one of my favourite PRIMAL characters – Mirza Mansoor.

Set in India it’s a fast paced adventure wrapped in poverty, corruption and treacherous greed. In a time of dire need one man will answer India’s call for a hero.

Click on your bookstore of choice below to download the ebook.



For those of you who don’t shop on Amazon, the next book in the series is PRIMAL Reckoning. Book one in a trilogy that pits our team of global vigilantes against Mexican cartels, civilian paramilitary contractors, and ultimately, the CIA. I’ll be releasing all future PRIMAL books in all stores so if you haven’t yet ‘Join PRIMAL’ here to be kept informed of upcoming releases. I’ll only email you when I have a new book or news pertaining to my work.

Indian Commandos in Kashmir

Para Commandos in Kashmir

Mar 302014
Bullsh#t only begins to express the pain I feel.

Bullsh#t only begins to express the pain I feel.

I’ve increasingly become a fan of Yoga. Not the weird arse hand holding, chanting, kale eating shit (previous experience) but the basic stretching classes that help me lengthen my abnormally tight muscles.

I’ve got a buddy who’s more orientated towards the social aspects of Yoga (trying to bang hot chicks) who put me on to it a few years ago. He’s pretty flexible and finds it hilarious that my muscles and tendons have about as much give as parachute landing on tarmac. Check out the picture he sent me… such an asshole.

The sad thing is it’s a true representation of my Yoga experiences. I can’t reach my toes for shit. Forty year old housewives wipe the floor with me when it comes to downward facing dog. For me it’s like downward facing drop kick. By the end of the class I’m sweating like a Jihadist at a women’s rights convention..

In all seriousness though, Yoga is the bomb if, like me, you’ve spent years abusing your body. Static line parachuting, obstacle courses, humping huge amounts of crap, jumping out of helicopters, trucks and boats all take a serious toll on your joints and muscles. Yoga definitely helps release the pressure and build the strength back up. I recommend it to all the former service persons who’ve treated their bodies like a playground through their twenties.

For those of you that think it degrades their masculinity, you’re probably right. But at the end of the day you’re in a room filled with women in lycra who take their bodies seriously. Ain’t nothing bad about that.


PS. Just like my hamstrings PRIMAL Fury has been released.

Mar 262014
PRIMAL black

Want flowery descriptions and characters that tell their life story over a soy, chai, latte? This is not the brand for you!

Every now and then I get a message, review, or comment from someone who just doesn’t get PRIMAL. Sometimes it’s from an armchair General complaining about a ‘lack of realism’, or maybe it’s a literature professor who’s upset at the lack of big words, and excessive profanity.

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Does this look like classic literature?

I want to make it perfectly clear. I don’t write classic literature and I don’t write military non-fiction. PRIMAL is not elegant prose, nor is it a documentary. PRIMAL is high speed, hardcore action designed purely to entertain. I get bored reading endless paragraphs of pointless description and long-winded ‘character development’, so I balance it with action to keep things interesting. Yeah my characters do crazy sh#t against outrageous odds, yeah they use a lot of futuristic tech, have shit-tonnes of cash and f@ck yeah they always win in the end… Why? Because it’s cool and it’s fun to read.

Am I going to change the way I write because not everyone likes it? Hell no. All the haters can eat a d#ck. There’s a whole bunch of PRIMAL fans out there that love reading as much as I love writing. So guess what, PRIMAL is only going to get better and better as my skills improve.

Keep reading and take it for what it is…


Mar 042014

PRIMAL Fury smallJPGFury – Violent anger. A wild and dangerous force. Webster’s definition is pretty much smack on when it comes to my latest PRIMAL novel. Sex trafficking is something that makes me very, very angry. The fact that piece of sh$t, scumbag, dickwads are trafficking women and children for pleasure is, quiet frankly, fucked up!

So what happens when team PRIMAL turns their attention to a gang of traffickers abducting women and selling them to sickos? Violent anger by a wild and dangerous force! Bishop and the team go on a door kicking, body stacking safari that leads them half way round the world. But this war on dickwad traffickers isn’t all beer and skittles. They soon face off against their most sinister opponent ever – a clandestine Yakuza clan.

Right now PRIMAL might be a fictional but sex trafficking isn’t. Every day thousands of women and children are forced into a life of misery by men who deserve to have their manhood hacked off with a blunt knife. However there are people and organizations out there trying to make a real difference. They might not have kinetic options but they do make an impact and they do need your help. Check out these links for the opportunity to give them some much needed support. International Justice Mission, Stop the Traffik, Not for Sale and the Polaris Project.

This is the first PRIMAL book that I have released with my new publisher – Thomas & Mercer. I gotta say Alan Turkus and his team have been an absolute pleasure to work with. They’ve been responsive to all of my outlandish demands and I hope this is the first of a long line of PRIMAL adventures. You can order PRIMAL Fury hardcopies, audiobooks and eBooks on Amazon.

Back to working on the next PRIMAL adventure – PRIMAL Reckoning.



Feb 282014

10458871_10152170006550108_7588909318375872464_nThere was once a time when the only men that wore beards were manly men. Lumberjacks, fishermen, Spec Ops dudes and Vikings.Now it seems that every second dweeb I see on the street is a flaxseed consuming, noodle armed, skinny jean wearing, pot smoking, artistic fuckwit sporting a full blown organic face warmer.

A steely eyed, bearded warrior waits patiently for a Hipster to trundle by on a fixie, drinking a flax and kale smoothie.

I hate these people almost as much as I hate vegans. Why? I hear you ask. Because they’ve taken something awesome and turned it in to a great big pile of steaming hippy shit. There was a time when a heavily tattooed, bearded dude
wearing a watch cap was either a lumberjack or a WWII Commando about to scale a French cliff and snap some Nazi scumbag’s neck like a twig. Now it’s the hallmark of a veritable smorgasbord of limp wristed dipshits who’s only contribution to society is to consume kale, sell useless second hand shit and ride helmetless on bikes with no brakes and no gears. Fucking tards.

There, I’m done. Now I can breath easy and go back to working on PRIMAL.





Feb 212014

F#ck I love technology. Aircraft, weapons, cars, bio security, 3D printers, comms networks, medical tech, it doesn’t matter. If it’s shiny and high tech I want one. So when the opportunity to hit the Singapore Air Show popped up I was on it like Bieber on a cock flavored lolly pop.

One thing  I noticed when I rocked out at the show with my PRIMAL t-shirt on was the number of bad suits that guys were wearing. I felt like I was in the most expensive second hand car yard in the world. It’s not gonna give me much confidence in your billion dollar tech if you can’t be arsed buying a suit that fits.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?…. Sort of, it’s Super Heron.

The overall trend at the show in the military sector was unmanned tech. Boats, vehicles and aircraft, everything was on offer. Not surprising considering that the entire military technology world is trending towards leaving personnel out of harms way and outsourcing the fighting to the machines. No real stand outs, just plenty of the same. Israeli Defence Industries did roll out their new upgraded Heron platform. Despite their official ‘we don’t arm drones’ standpoint this bastard sure has a lot of hard points. You can’t tell me they’re all for fuel.

No airshow is complete without some old faithfuls

The F-15. Old school but packing more high tech systems than your iPhone.

and the Singapore Armed Forces are still flying two of my favorites, the F-16 and the F-15… sex on wings.  As old as these girls are the Singaporeans have jacked them up with all the latest gear. In fact the F-15 SG is probably the most capable multi-role fighter in the world. This thing carries more ordnance than Iron Man.

The Chinese stand was pretty funny. The models of their latest technology looked pretty sweet until you realized that every one of them was a copy of an aircraft from the 1980s. Maybe they’re keeping their good stuff at home?

What airshow would be complete without an F-35 or a V-22 Osprey in attendance. Despite all the set backs the F-35 is one savage looking jet.

The RTF over the ramp roll on roll off weapons delivery system. An idea borrowed front the pages of PRIMAL?

It was pretty cool to see some of the tech I’ve been writing about in the PRIMAL books actually starting to make it on the shelves. The boys over at ATK have designed a roll on roll off weapons pack for the C-130 Herc, not unlike the system in the Pain Train. I also located an iPRIMAL-esque battle space management tool being built by the Singaporeans.

Anyway enough jet setting, time to get back into the books and crack out PRIMAL Nemesis.





Nov 242013
MacDonalds Jihad

Killing 1156 times more infidels than actual Jihad.

In 2012 terrorism claimed the lives of (on average) 0.86 Americans per million. Now I don’t want to detract from the tragedy that is loss of life to the actions of extremist dick wads but these statistics are pretty low compared to the mortality rate achieved by fast food consumption. In 2012 obesity achieved a kill rate of 995 Americans per million, 1156 times terrorism.

Must be pretty damn demoralizing to look at those stats if you’re a hard line Jihadist waging a campaign of terror from dusty a shit hole in downtown Quetta. I mean, you put your heart and soul in to waging war against the infidel and you’re getting your arse kicked by a long dead Kentucky ‘Colonel’, a f#cking kid’s toy that jumps out of a box and a clown with a retarded purple friend.

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More effective than a sh#t load of semtex.

Not to mention Jihad costs a lot of cash. So Dirka Dirka douche bag is cutting back on niceties in his compound, like extra tassels on his jingle truck and a pedicure for his donkey, to continue his war. His Wahabist sponsors have been pouring money into it for decades and not getting a great return on their cash. On the other hand fast food companies are killing it, literally. In 2013 the top fifteen chains raked in 115 billion dollars. Holy shit I just choked on my cheeseburger. That means they’re making a profit of 383K per mortality. That’s a pretty sweet rate of return if you’re in the business of killing infidels.

So let’s get this straight, fast food companies are killing Americans – albeit a little less dramatically than terrorists – and they’re making a shit ton of cash doing it… This has got to be the easiest decision a Jihadi investor has ever made. Wahabists sponsoring terrorism need to get their money out of Quetta and start investing in fast food.

Does this mean that PRIMAL should re-align and start hitting the CEO’s of fast food companies? Pardon the pun but it’s food for thought.

Nov 182013
A heavy hunk of steel but nothing beats the FNMAG for fully-automatic firepower!

It’s a heavy bastard but nothing cuts down jungle like the FNMAG.

The Jungle sucks balls! Without a doubt it is one of the nastiest environments on earth in which to conduct military operations. No shit, everything in the damn place is trying to suck your blood, bite your arse, chafe your nuts and make your life as miserable as f#cking possible.

I’m sure that I knew most of this from previous experiences in my military career, but somehow I had forgotten and when the opportunity popped up to join a group of South East Asian Special Forces guys on a weeklong training exercise in some heavy J, I jumped on it.


Took less than four hours for my hosts to whip this up. Five star jungle accommodation.

Claymore Salad

What’s got four legs and 700 balls? Claymore that’s who. Rigged for rapid deployment.








I’ve got to admit the overall experience was off the charts. Our infil involved a three-hour ride up the delta in a landing craft followed by a chopper ride into the heart of darkness and then a week of live firing, navigation, survival training and general jungle bad assert, I fired enough lead to kill the Predator five times over.

In some parts of the world frog is a delicacy. Avoid those places...

In some parts of the world frog is a delicacy. Avoid those places…

My hosts were seriously slick operators, jungle hardened warriors they could break contact with the best of them and throw up a makeshift shelter in as much time as it took me to extract my sorry arse from a particularly nasty thorn covered vine. Impressively they were also impervious to the stifling humidity… unlike me who spent the entire time drenched to the skin with either sweat and/or torrential rain. Enter my favorite parts of jungle ops, prickly heat and chafing.

I came away from this little adventure with a very healthy respect for those men who’ve actually fought in the jungle, whether it was in the Pacific Theater of WW2 or Vietnam. Without a doubt they have endured some of the shittiest conditions conceivable. Maybe in the future I’ll send Bishop and the team in to test their mettle against the J. In the meantime I’m going to avoid it all costs and get back to writing PRIMAL Mirza.

By the way, for those of you who have been asking PRIMAL Fury will be out on March 04 2014. And for those of you who have been requesting hard copies PRIMAL Unleashed and PRIMAL Vengeance will be released in paperback on Dec 03 of this year. Audiobooks will also be available and you can pre order all of them on Amazon. 



Sep 012013

BISHOP – Small Brown and Lethal (to food)

So I’ve got  a dog. Not some savage fanged attack beast but a small brown cross who’s good company when I’m writing. I live in apartment so he’s about as rugged as I’m allowed to have. Oh and his name’s Bishop, that’s another story. Anyway my girlfriend, lets call her Supreme Dictator Home Front (SDHF), tells me that it’s Bishop’s birthday when we’re in New York. ‘Cool,’ I respond. ‘Yes it’s his 21st,’ she continues. ‘It’s an important day we need to have a party.’  At this point I stop what I am doing and look at her with a raised eyebrow, ‘Babe (I don’t call her SDHF to her face) he’s a dog!’ There is a pause as my comment is processed, considered and subsequently discarded. ‘I’ve written you a list.’

So here I am stuffing dog treats in to brown paper bags for all of Bishop’s buddies and preparing to bake cupcakes for his human friends… How the hell did I go from being a soldier to this? What the f@ck has happened to my manhood?


Does this apron make cupcake cooking manly?

I’ve come to the realisation that the real world ‘the one the SDHF lives in’ is nothing like the world I’ve come from. In this crazy world dogs have birthday parties and men – well we do as we’re told. Why? Because we’re building collateral. Because by cooking these cupcakes and prepping these party bags I’m far more likely to get approval for a crazy arse adventure (West Virginia Rapids) or a new toy (Mountain Bike). This line of operation is one hundred percent focused on diplomacy. Oh and if it means Bishop, my writing buddy, has a great time then I guess it’s worth it.

Anyway I’ve got to finish these cupcakes, hang up my apron and get stuck in to writing the next PRIMAL adventure.