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A memorial with two plaques commemorates soldiers of the 7th Battalion Royal Australian Regiment who died in service or were killed in action during the Vietnam War.
|Address:||Hill & Queen Streets, Alma Park , Uralla, 2358|
|GPS Coordinates:||Lat: -30.639167|
Note: GPS Coordinates are approximate.
|Actual Event STart Date:||03-August-1962|
|Actual Event End Date:||01-January-1973|
|Actual Monument Dedication Date:||Saturday 2nd February, 2008|
This memorial is dedicated to the memory of the gallant soldiers of 7th Battalion, the Royal Australian Regiment who were killed during the war in Vietnam, particularly those who hailed from Uralla and its hinterland. May all who read this testimony to their sacrifice, acknowledge the debt we owe these selfless men.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
Lest We Forget
Dedicated by the 7 RAR Association and opened by Mr Tony Windsor, MP, Federal Member for New England on 2 February, 2008
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The Perimeter by James R. Lawson
The Perimeter, in the infantry, is a circle of men. It is half a section, platoon or company. One half is on guard, staying vigilant, watching for the enemy, while the other half rests, sleeps and carries on with life as it is. They are more than just men; they are a brotherhood in uniform. They share their plans, dreams and hopes with each other. In hard times, they share their sadness, fears and pains. They face the enemy together, some like brothers, others like fathers and sons, and always as true friends. The find a spirit in each other that binds them to one another in a bond that lasts forever.
As time passes, they will leave the service and each other. They will travel many different paths of life, some to prosper well and others not so well. Somewhere in life`s travels, these men find themselves lost in the world, confused, dazed, scared, unhappy and searching for something, something they are not even sure exists. They are not soldiers anymore, they are called veterans.
Somehow, in their search, they once again find others like themselves. They find brothers of the past, brothers of the Perimeter, that circle of safety, where someone else shares their pain, their confusion and their fear. That Perimeter where that fear is eased, where there is less confusion. They share each other`s pain in stories, in tears and in silence. Inside the Perimeter, eye contact can say it all. This Perimeter is a circle of life and a circle of death; it is a circle of wounded warriors, with wounds of both flesh and spirit. This Perimeter is a circle of iron that has never broken. It is a circle of common duty that knows no colour, no creed and no religious ground. The circle will last forever, through the best of times and the worst of times. The Perimeter is a place warriors will always seek - even for eternity. Just gaze out at out national cemeteries. For out there, on the outer edge, ever so vigilant, are those on the Perimeter.
From the officers and men who served with "C" Company 7th Battalion the Royal Australian Regiment