PTSD nightmare after months not having any

The doors.
This is important.
Our house, unlike most in the area, had both a back door and a front door.
When they came to take us, they used a ladder to break down the wooden back door, pounding on it.
Some of them jumped into the front yard from the roof.
There were so many gunshots, and we were pushing furniture to barricade the wooden door as they destroyed it.
My mother and my uncle's wife were screaming.
So many bullets.
Bullets by the bed where my brother was asleep.
The fucking doors didn't hold up for more than an hour.
That's why I need strong doors.