I was told a wonderful wartime story:
The pilots of a Beaufighter squadron were told to come outside by a very young Wing Commander. He then climbed into his machine and took off. Shortly after becoming airborne one of the
propellors feathered and they all leapt to their feet to get a good view of the crash.
He simply climbed ahead on the same heading, but then made the cardinal error of turning towards the DEAD ENGINE!. They all leapt to their feet again but he simply turned downwind.
Having flown a circuit he approached to land, but just above the ground applied full power to the remaining engine to do a go-around. Once again they all.....etc. etc.
He finally landed shut the aircraft down, organised a blackboard and a piece of chalk and in front of his incredulous audience, wrote two words across it.
"Safety Speed".
"What in the hell is that?" they all said... and Cunningham explained.
I envy the guy that got as close to him as walking past his office and can imagine how the name board made him feel!