Memorial Day Hero: Superhero

Memorial Day comes around every year, and every year it makes me shiver down to my bones. Around me, hundreds of people remember a "me" that never was, that never existed, and by doing so I feel that they are rewriting me. Some day, I think, I will feel that heroic impulse to fight off a bank robber single-handedly or lift a car from over a trapped toddler. It no longer seems as impossible as it once did. In my darker moments, when I feel the muscles of my arms get stronger, I think that this was what the black bag project was all about to begin with. Everything else was just a scam to get me to agree to become "dead." Sure, the government did things to me, made me a better/worse soldier/human. They programmed me and shot me up with nanobots that were experimental as hell back then and they did all kinds of human behavior modification and training techniques. They did their damnedest to make me a self-improving soldier, and it worked pretty well for pretty long. The war was ending by then, and we were losing, so maybe they were desperate, but--


Inspiration: Looking ahead for future holidays. I like writing stories for certain times of year.
Story potential: High.
Notes: This story really clicked for me when I realized that they'd lost the war and this is some defeated soldier in an occupied (maybe for the best) country that's getting an unwanted makeover every Memorial Day. And he may be pinned into doing something. Somehow. I don't know. Could be good. The reluctant/damaged soldier is a good archetype to play with.