Unfortunately several of the firearms, including the irreplaceable Japanese heirloom war trophy, were damaged due to careless storage. The wood stocks were gouged and scratched, metal surfaces were marred, and the guns developed significant rusting. Some even had parts missing. In fact, the Arisaka brought back by the combat vet’s grandfather was ruined.
The PD doesn't care about any other laws other than those against theft either, apparently:
the hearing, the city failed to offer any evidence of unsound mind,
which was their alleged basis for seizing the property, ironically for
"safekeeping." Furthermore the city ignored that Sec. 790.17, Florida
Statutes, does not grant them any authority to seize or keep property in
these circumstances, as affirmed in an opinion published by the Florida
Attorney General and courts statewide. The city also ignored the
language of the Baker Act itself which prohibits any loss of
constitutional rights by individuals who are examined under the Baker
Act. The city however claimed that veterans who are suspected of
suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder should not have their
firearms returned to them, deeming them to be of unsound mind, assuming
the role of competent medical authority and snubbing the opinion of
professionals who actually perform Baker Act evaluations.
Note just how this crap started
The VA has a “vet help line” run under a very lucrative contract.
They’ve called it a lot of different names over the years. But it’s
really the National Suicide Hotline (the VA doesn’t even have its own
number that forwards… they just give out the suicide number as their
own). So suicide is the problem vets have got, or at least that’s how
the VA and the semi-trained, non-vet payroll patriots who work the line
and run the program see it.
So if you call the vet helpline, you might just wind up like “A.B.,”
stripped of his guns without due process and thrown into a nuthouse for
evaluation. (He didn’t say he was suicidal. He didn’t threaten anybody.
But if you call the line, they assume you are, assume you did, and they
tell that to your friendly neighborhood police, who come guns drawn,
expecting an armed, suicidal nutjob).
Just effing wonderful, isn't it?