What Goes Up: A Southeast Texas 4th of July Roof Tale

It was the kind of July morning where the air sticks to your skin, the birds are already sweating, and there’s still a whiff of fireworks hanging in the breeze. The Monument Roofing crew was easing into the workday when the phone rang, right on cue after a long holiday weekend.

“Hey y’all… we’ve got a leak in the copier room. Water’s coming through the ceiling and making a mess,” said Brenda, the manager of a local insurance office, and the type who ran a tight ship with zero tolerance for roof drama.

Now Brenda doesn’t call unless something's truly off. So Ken, coffee in hand and boots already thudding toward the truck, hollered, “Alvin! Let’s roll, we’ve got a situation!”

Alvin gave a nod and said, “Yes sir,” already heading for the truck.

When they pulled into the parking lot, Brenda was already standing out front with arms crossed and a look that meant business.

“It’s not the plumbing. It’s not the AC. It’s the roof. Fix it!”

“Yes ma’am,” Ken said with a nod. “We’ll get to the bottom of it.”

Up on the roof, the surface was warm enough to fry an egg, but nothing looked too out of place…until Alvin pointed near the back corner.

“Right here.”

Ken squatted down and narrowed his eyes at the spot. “Well I’ll be. That’s a bullet hole if I’ve ever seen one. Clean through.”

Alvin nodded. “Went up, came down. Landed here.”

Ken let out a short laugh. “Somebody must’ve felt real patriotic… sent that thing to the moon and forgot it had to land somewhere.”

Brenda climbed up just in time to hear that last part.

“You’re telling me… someone shot my roof?”

Ken gave her a half smile. “Yes ma’am. Roof took one for the team.”

The crew got it patched up, gave the rest of the roof a solid once-over, replaced the damaged ceiling tiles inside, and made sure no other surprises were lurking. Brenda’s copier was safe. And the roof? Well, it earned a story that’ll get passed around that office every Fourth of July from now on.

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Although this is a fictional story and none of this really happened, it’s the kind of situation we come across more often than you’d think.

The moral of the story is:
What goes up must come down. Whether it’s fireworks, stray bullets, or your neighbor’s lawn chair in a wind gust…chances are, your roof’s the one catching it.
If you’ve got a flat or low-slope roof and something’s not quite right, call Monument Roofing Systems.
We’ve seen it all. And we’ve patched it, too.