On our way back from dropping off a load in northern NSW, we ended up spending the night in a town called Muswellbrook. I looked around for a more secluded spot than the initial rest area on the northern side of the town, right next to the highway. A friend of ours suggested the football field, because the toilets should be open all the time and it's set back away from the highway - but when we finally tracked the thing down, it turns out they were ripping up all the car park so we couldn't stop there.
There's apparently another one 1KM off the main highway on the north side of town, but after crossing a rickety one-lane bridge and driving around for a while we couldn't find it. We ended up going back to the first rest stop we saw and spending the night. The next morning we woke up to find that there was actually a Viet Nam memorial there.
It turns out there was actually a J. Fraser who lost his life in Viet Nam - I'm not sure if he's any distant relation to us or not, the Fraser name is so ridiculously prominent in people of Scottish descent that it's probably not very likely. Apparently he died after triggering a captured mine (the ones that jump in the air), using his body to smother the blast to minimize casualties. I wasn't actually aware of that sort of stuff ever happening outside of movies, but there you go.